35th SEASON The Food of Love: Songs, Dances, and Fancies for Shakespeare Baltimore Consort Saturday 11 January 2020 Alix Goolden Hall 2019-20 Concert Season The Four Seasons Plaisirs de la Chambre 22 February 2020 Saturday 8pm 18 April 2020 Saturday 8pm Alix Goolden Hall Alix Goolden Hall Shunske Sato violin Emma Hannan soprano Concerto Köln (GERMANY) Victoria Baroque (PACIFIC NORTHWEST) Soile Stratkauskas flute and direction Vivaldi in Paris 14 March 2020 Saturday 8pm Alix Goolden Hall Martin Bernstein recorder (USA) Anna Marsh bassoon Byron Schenkman harpsichord For advance notice of EMSI concerts and performers, subscribe to the EMSI newsletter: www.earlymusicsocietyoftheislands.ca The programme, notes, and artist biographies are available on the EMSI website prior to each concert EMSI wishes to thank… The EMSI Volunteer Guild Alix Goolden volunteers Caroline Mitic, graphic designer David Strand, EMSI website www.earlymusicsocietyoftheislands.ca The Food of Love As You Like It Kemp’s Jig anon; Mathew Holmes MSS, ca.1588 – 97 It was a Lover and his Lass Thomas Morley:First Booke of Ayres, 1600 Twelfth Night O Mistresse Mine Thomas Morley:Consort Lessons, 1599 Peg-a-Ramsey William Ballet: Lute Book, ca.1600 Farewell, Dear Love Robert Jones: First Book of Songs, 1600 The Buffens (Les Buffons) Jean d’Estrée : Tiers livre de danseries, 1559 Romeo and Juliet When Griping Grief Richard Edwards (1525 – 1566) Lady Carey’s Dompe anon , ca.1525 Complain my Lute anon: broadside ballad, ca. late 16th c. Heart’s Ease (The Honeysuckle) Anthony Holborne: Pavans, Galliards, and Almains….1599 Henry IV, Part 2 & The Winter’s Tale Queen’s Goodnight Thomas Robinson:The Schoole of Musicke, 1603 Fancy John Dowland (1563 – 1626) The Carman’s Whistle anon: broadside ballad, ca.1600 Whoope, Do Me No Harm/Jog On anon, late 16th c. INTERMISSION Hamlet King of Denmark’s Galliard John Dowland Tarleton’s Riserrectione John Dowland Gravedigger Song (“In Youth When I Did Love”) anon, late 16th c. Tarleton’s Riserrectione John Dowland Bonny Sweet Robin Mathew Holmes MSS, ca.1588 – 97 Tarleton’s Jig possibly John Dowland The Tempest Greensleeves anon: 16th c.; John Johnson (ca. 1545 – 1594) Where the Bee Sucks Robert Johnson (ca. 1583 – 1634) Loth to Depart John Dowland Full Fathom Five Robert Johnson Merry Wives of Windsor & Othello Fortune my Foe anon: The Dallis Lute book, 1585 Willow Song anon: The Lodge Lute Book, ca.1559 Midsummer Night’s Dream Fairie Rownde Holborne: Pavans, Galliards, and Almains….1599 The Mad, Merry Pranks of Robin Goodfellow Ben Jonson from The Roxburghe Ballads, 1623 3 Song Texts It Was a Lover and his Lasse When Griping Grief It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, with a ho, and a When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful hey nonino, dumps the mind oppress; then music with her silver That o’er the green corn field did pass, in springtime, the sound, with speedy help doth lend redress. only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a Of troubled mind, for ev’ry sore, sweet music hath a salve ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. therefore. Between the acres of the rye, with a hey, and a ho, and a In joy it makes our mirth abound, in grief it cheers our hey nonino; These pretty country folks would lie, heavy sprites; The careful head relief hath found, by in springtime… music’s pleasant sweet delights; Our senses, what should say more, are subject unto music’s lore. Then pretty lovers take the time, With a hey, with a ho, and a hey nonino; For love is crownèd with the prime, The gods by music have their play; The troubled soul in springtime… therein doth joy; For as the Roman poets say, in seas whom pirates would destroy, a dolphin saved from death Farewell, Dear Love most sharp, Arion playing on his harp. Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone, Mine eyes do show my life is almost done. Nay, I will never die A heavenly gift, that turns the mind, like as the stern so long as I can spy. There be many moe, doth rule the ship; Music whom the gods assigned, to Though that she do go, There be many moe, I fear not; comfort man whom cares would nip; Since thou both Why then let her go, I care not. man and beast doth move, what wise man then will thee reprove? Farewell, farewell, since this I find is true, I will not spend more time in wooing you. But I shall seek elsewhere if I may find love there. Shall I bid her go? What and if I do, Shall I bid her go and spare not, Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I dare not! 4 Complain My Lute The Carman’s Whistle Complain my lute, complain on him that stays so long As I abroad was walking, by the breaking of the day, into away; He promis’d to be here ere this, But still unkind a pleasant meadow a young man took his way; And doth stay: But now the proverb true I find, once out of looking round about him, to mark what he could see; sight, then out of mind; Hey ho! My heart is full of woe! At length, he spied a fair maiden under a myrtle tree. Peace, lyre, peace! It is not so, he will by and by be So comely was her countenance, and winning was her here; For every one that is in love thinks every hour air; As tho’ the goddess Venus Herself she had been a year. Hark! Hark! Methinks I hear one knock; Run there; And many a smirking smile she gave, amongst the quickly then, and turn thy lock; Then farewell all my leaves so green; altho’ she was perceived she thought she care and woe! was not seen. Come, gallant, now! Come loiterer! For I must chide At length, she changed her countenance, and sang a with thee; But yet, I will forgive thee once: Come sit mournful song; Lamenting her misfortune but she thee down by me. Fair lady, rest yourself content; I will stay’d a maid so long; “Sure young men are hardhearted endure your punishment, and then we shall be friends and know not what they do; Or else they want for again. compliments, fair maidens for to woo.’’ For every hour that I have stay’d so long from thee “Why should young virgins pine away and lose their away, a thousand kisses shall I give; Receive thee, ready chiefest prime? And all for want of sweethearts to cheer pay. And if we chance to count amiss, again we’ll reckon us up in time?” The young man heard her ditty and every kiss; For he is blest that’s punish’d so. could no longer stay; But straight unto the damsel with speed he did away. And if those thousand kisses then we chance to count aright, we shall not need to count again till we in bed When he had played unto her one merry note or do light; And then be sure that thou shalt have thy two, then she was so rejoiced she knew not what to do; reckoning just as thou shalt crave; So shall we still agree “Oh, God have mercy, Carman, thou art a lively lad; as one. Thou hast as rare a whistle as ever a Carman had!” And thus, they spent the silent night in sweet delightful “Now if my mother chide me, for staying here so sport. Till Phoebus, with his beams so bright, from out long; What if she doth, I care not For this shall be my the fiery port, did blush to see the sweet content in sable song. Pray mother be contented, break not my heart in night so vainly spent betwixt these lovers two. twain, Although I have been ill a while I now am well again.” And then this gallant did persuade that he might now be gone, Sweetheart, quoth he, I am afraid that I have stay’d “Now fare thee well, brave Carman, I wish thee well to too long. And wilt thou then be gone? Quoth she, and fare, for thou didst use me kindly as I can well declare: wilt no longer stay with me? Then welcome all my care Let other maids say what they will, the truth of all is so, and woe. The bonny Carman’s whistle shall for my money go.” And then she took her lute in hand, and thus, began to play; Her heart was faint, she could not stand, but on her bed she lay: And art thou gone, my love? Quoth she, complain my lute, complain with me, until that he doth come again. 5 Gravedigger’s Song O willow, willow, willow, willow… In youth when I did love, me thought was very sweet; As “Take this for my farewell and latest adieu, Sing willow, time requires for my behoove, methinks they are not willow, willow. Write this on my tombstone—that in meet. love I was true.” O willow, willow, willow, willow… But age with his stealing steps hath clawed me in his clutch; And hath shipped me into the land, as if I had The Mad Merry Pranks of Robin Goodfellow never been such. From Oberon in fairy land, the King of ghosts and goblins there, Mad Robin I at his command am sent to A pickax and a spade, for and a shrouding sheet, O a pit view the night-sports here: What revel rout is here about of Clay for to be made, for such a guest is meet.